The voices in your head have borrowed something from the night
The bullets in your head have lodged discreetly out of sight
The broken sticks have found their way into your covered eyes
The rabbit's throat is open underneath the swollen sky
The serried ranks of bitter men have turned into the wind
The great machines are on their way, ships are rolling in
The ravens stand together, deep in conversation
And a million tiny points of light surround you in the sinking sand
Satellites grow weary and begin to dream aloud
The dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now
Just like magpies, we collect a little bit of each
And head towards a place that's always slightly out of reach
Air in its softest kiss (Clouds)
Clouds softest bite (Clouds)
Low rocks on to my tongue (British)
Your breath used to tell (Wildlife)
Your breath used to tell (Wildlife)
Your breath used to tell
Hard softest bite (Fish swim)
Hard softest bite (Rough down)
Hard softest
Fish and (Clouds)
Clouds softest (Clouds)
Cold starry (Sky)
Cold skies slip and turn (Time)
Time runs
Satellites grow weary and begin to dream aloud
The dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now
Just like magpies, we collect a little bit of each
And head towards a place that's always slightly out of reach
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